feather flows
on water’s tread
the texture of ripples
from ducks’ swimming
maneuvers
.
the moss on the bank
with another layer of
fine hairs ascending up
beyond its ground cover,
velvety-rich and green
.
damp soil from
morning rain
the kind of rain that
eases the mind’s response
to a new
day
and suggests rainboots
.
once more a cuddle delays
putting on the lights,
opening smooth curtains,
and revealing the misted vistas
beyond window’s inside light reflection
softening and aglow
.
steep the tea in a kettle
for longer,
saturating, steaming
then tasting a
rendering of flowers
on an untouched palate,
.
thus begins the day.
Fiesta Estrellas 
Excellent poem. Good weekend to you
Thank you, my friend! To you also, a good weekend 🙂🌻
You are welcome
ooh, nicely written Ka. But can I swap your day, I’ve got a wind off the lake and its cold. Even the swans have run away 🤗🥰🤣❤️🙏
A verse exotic. I inhaled these words. They went into my brain and into my heart .. an loving every word, Ka. You have a unique perspective and ot makes for very interesting reading.
Loved reading this to start my day! “Thus begins the day.” 🙌
That’s wonderful to know and hear! Excellent 💕💕💕